”‘No, that He can’t,’ I said. ‘He never can forgive the death of the baby.’
”‘You wrong Him, lad,’ continued my brother. ‘He took the baby away in love. He knew your eyes were shut, and a great shock must open them. Surely, Owen, if the only way He could bring you to His arms was to take the baby first, that won’t turn Him away now. We must go through death to Him sometimes—the death of another, if not our own.’
”‘And you are willing to give up your child for that?’
”‘Willing and glad, if by so doing you may find Christ.’
”‘David, how you have worked and suffered for me.’”
“But not in vain,” said David, with a radiant smile.
“No, Gwladys, it was not in vain; the brother’s love was not in vain; the death of the Son of Man was not in vain. I have found God. There is to be a coroner’s inquest; things may go hard with me, for I have been much to blame; but I shall tell the whole story. If I am allowed, I shall remain at Ffynon; but wherever I am, I mean to devote my life—my whole life—all my time and all my energy, to the great cause of the miners; to the lessening of their many dangers; to the furthering of their well-being. This is my life-work; I promise to devote my life to the miners of Wales, here, by this little grave.”
“Owen, before we leave this spot, I have something to say to you.”